Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies by Sherri Roman

Chapter 101 An Unexpected Slap in the Face

Speaking of Fiona, most folks in the high society crowd looked

down on her. The primary reason was that her ascent wasn’t respectable back then-going from a secretary to a wealthy elite’s wife. This was something that all upper-class ladies deeply abhorred.

Moreover, there was a complicated history between her and Mrs. Lucky Johnson.

Back when Fiona had ambitions to marry into wealth, she was just a secretary under Mr. Goergie Johnson. In order to rise in status, she employed various tactics, even going to the extent of secretly administering drugs.

Unfortunately, Mr. Goergie Johnson, at that time, had a deep and unwavering affection for Mrs. Lucky Johnson. Due to this, he dismissed Fiona.

Even after Fiona successfully connected with Mr. Grayson from the Wallace group, she still viewed this episode as a shame in her life. Whenever she encountered Mrs. Lucky Johnson, she couldn’t help but make sarcastic comments.

With the recent rumors about Charlotte and David spreading through the circle, Fiona saw this as a prime opportunity.

Mrs. Lucky Johnson had always believed women shouldn’t trouble other women and never responded to Fiona’s provocations. However, now it seemed that such disregard was making Fiona perceive Mrs. Lucky Johnson as weak and vulnerable to be taken advantage of.

“I’ve heard that Mr. Grayson has hired another beautiful secretary recently. Congratulations.” Mrs. Lucky Johnson said

faint smile, striking right at Fiona’s sore spot.

to turn Fiona from a secretary into a wife, it was clear that Mr. Grayson was

first wife and later married Fiona. Now that the novelty had worn off, Mr. Grayson had long been itching to stray. It was just that Fiona’s cunning prevented her from ending up like the original wife.

were still in no short

“You!”

in anger and spat out fiercely, “You are

Smack!

Lucky Johnson could react in

slapped Fiona across the face, her expression

ice-cold.

not only Fiona

watch the

social circle, verbal dueling was the norm, but to see someone

curved slightly as she spoke in a cold tone, “Mrs. Swan, if you can’t speak properly, it’s best you go read more books. Objectifying yourself might not

since she became Mr. Grayson’s wife, everyone had been polite and cordial to her face. When had

was like an enraged lion, almost

this critical moment, Wendy called